Berkhamsted Castle

The Dandelions now represent the fallen
each one a soldier cloaked and battle scarred
beyond we see the moat of living wonderment
decked in heavy reeds and richly starred
in bygone years it offered protection for those who
looked down from their battlements
and shot their arrows through
now just crumbling ruins
but still with eyes to see
and remember all those fallen
souls
who continue still to be

Berkhamsted Castle’s peace and quiet
its aura flanked and green
just Dandelions and Daisies
planted by the queen

I close my eyes a moment
I seem to hear a drum
beating in the distance
behold an army’s come
the men in full regalia
are shouting as they run
arrows flying everywhere
the fighting has begun

and I am here as witness
just laying here alone
nobody can see me
with great stone shots
being thrown
crashing through the battlements
tearing out the towers
men are falling all around
these are their darkest hours

the dandelions now represent
each soul that fell that day
and everywhere one casts their eyes
in every single way
we see those rows those memories
those very gallant souls
who stormed that well armed garrison
with their simple pikes and poles

the screaming of the catapults
the great stones through the air
the molten oil the agony
that many of them share
May provides that cloak of gold
those shafts of eternal light
and the goddess watches over them
purposeful and bright

Today alone I pictured
it all before my eyes
able to imagine
and re live the demise
of many many soldiers
who gave their lives so free
sacrificed their all
for their dear queen
who I did see

she looked across the water
from the trees forever wild
with her arms she beckoned to me
I felt just like a child
witnessing this horror
as I had once again
envisaged and remembered
from a former life
the chain

broken for a moment
enabling me to see
how I had lost touch with life
and with my history
and sitting here alone today
I revisited that place
it just brought it all back to me
a most weird interface

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